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The sky above was clear as the boat beneath her feet rocked softly with the waves. It had been a long trip, though she had expected as much. Thankfully, the seas were much kinder to her this time around; it was as if the goddess herself watched over her. Tilting her head back to glance up at the sky, she took a deep breath and exhaled. How were her people doing without her? Would they be able to live? Would they even be able to do anything at all without her there? A small frown spread along her lips as she plopped back down on the little boat. It was too late now; she couldn’t let the entire world suffer because of her small village.

Though…

It wouldn’t stop her from wondering if she did the right thing. The wind around her picked up a bit, seeming to give her another gentle shove towards the evergreen lands of Teth’alla. A bit of time had passed before she had finally managed to skid onto a little beach and hop off onto land. Teth’alla. The first time to another country for a reason, that was her own. She smiled slightly as she looked around at all the trees and vegetation. How different it was compared to what she was used to. The temperature was also quite a bit lower than what she was used to. It was weird.

Glancing around, she noticed a little trail cutting into the wood. She was still quite young so curiosity was quite a big thing for her, especially knowing how the tales of past heroes went. They gathered at Teth’alla, in the heart of the forest, they would know they were at the right place when they would feel the most at peace. Once all the heroes were gathered, they would start their journey to not only clear out the monsters threatening their world but also to cleanse the world of the negativity had reached its peak. Traveling to each continent, they would destroy the seals and find themselves in front of the tower that would mark an end to this time periods Harmonize.

Smiling slightly, she walked down the path. Well, if she was going to find the place she felt most at peace. The thicket in Teth’alla was full of odd vines and flowers she had never seen before. It was like walking into a fantasy garden where everything was just magical and new. Turning to glance around herself, she continued to follow the winding trail until she found herself in front of a giant oak tree and a rather ornate looking woman.

Blinking, Mira took a step forward as a huge sense of relief washed over her immediately. It was immediate feeling as her shoulders sagged a bit in a relaxed state. She felt at peace, it no longer even felt cold to her. Just everything felt, nice. As she stood there taking in the feeling, the woman turned and smiled at her.

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Harmonize, the event that occurs every 100 years, in a never ending cycle to keep the world from falling into the chaos. Every person alive knows about the cycle, they know the importance of the worlds heroes. Heroes that were once normal people that rose to the occasion to protect or stop the devastation of the monsters. The heroes chosen by the sun goddess with their marks engraved on their skin.

The time has come once more, for the new generation of heroes to rise to the plate, take hold of their weapons, and seize the opportunity. The horns on every continent will sound, as the great tower in the center of the Dreadlands will rise up from between the entangled land.

Today is that day.

A shrill shriek echoed through the land as spires of black corruption can be seen from thousands of miles away. It’s reach, through the clouds. It’s inflicted feeling: despair. The air around the tower will crackle with foul energy as the land around it seemed to rot away. All creatures around will glow with a purple black aura as their strength is more than doubled.

The lands of the other five kingdoms quake with the sheer power that ripples through each land, causing the monsters to gain even more power. A new evil has awoken. Some say they can hear the cackle of the moon goddess as the world has now reached it’s peak of negativity. It’s pinnacle of the cursed cycle.

Inside the tower, sits a rather small figure, clouded in darkness and tangled in bloodied tendrils. Her eyes, piercing red within the darkness, seeming to be the only difference within the shrouded room. The soft sound of ragged breathing echoed in the small area, as the soft tapping on metal seemed to be the only unnatural sound. A chuckle broke through the tension starting out rather slow before cracking into a maniacs laugh.

“yes.. Yes! I see now! This is how it is!” her voice was cracking with the high pitch of her voice. “Yessss… it is now. I see, I’ve known all along. Damn you goddess! Damn you for what you have done to me… damn you all…” slowly the maniacal laughter calmed down to a soft chuckle. “You will all see soon enough, rise heroes, let’s measure you’re worth.”

Rays of golden light shimmered along the long expanse of white. Flakes of frost sprinkled among the trodden ground. Only a little puff of grey smoke seemed to break up the landscape. A moment later a wooden door seemed to burst from a snow pile. One after another doors opened and people began to flood out.

Ryleth was a small village nestled high up in the mountains. Due to the village leaving behind their home not too long ago, most homes were a mix of mud, clay and rock. Only one home was made entirely of wood. That home belonged to a family of three, the chief and his twin daughters. The chief was a kind man who cared about his people very much. Though the chief was the main decision maker, there was one other role that was revered more. The oracles. The oracles not only predicted a villager’s death, but they were also able to predict every female that was taken. Due to them being right, the village began to listen to them. After their last attempt to evade losing more of their women, they consulted the oracles for advice. The advice was to leave their village behind and make a new one near the top of the mountain and so they did.

Within the last two weeks, the twin oracles, the Chief’s daughters, have been speaking of the location of the taken women. One search party was dispatched a week ago but no one has heard anything.

Today marks day 8 since the team left.

The villagers have continued on with their lives and began building, planting and hunting once more. The atmosphere seems stales as everyone’s unspoken feelings seem to be worry.

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TThe day was just starting. The sun wasn’t all too clear but it was managing to cut through some of the clouds to shine down light. The Luna estate was rather dark in comparison to the other guild homes. It was made almost completely out of granite and was made in the style of a much older castle. Inside was the smell of pastries and eggs as the maid that resided here seemed to have her hands full. However, they didn’t have many members she alone took care of all the cooking and cleaning of this estate.

Though the day had just started, Sheena was already awake and stalking through the halls with her normal attire. Rounding the corner, she ducked into the main dining room to see food set out as per normal. Today she had to try to get them new members. Taking a seat at the head of the table, she began to eat in silence.

Her mind wandered for a bit while she tried to think about how to best grab attention. Of course, she had a couple ideas, however if there was one thing she knew for sure. He wasn’t coming. Her silver eyes scanned the dining room again. He wasn’t here yet. That meant she could quickly duck out and go set up the stand without him tagging along.

It didn’t take long to finish her meal, and as per usual, it was quite good. Moving her plate into the kitchen, she made her way down the hall to the armory. Sheena took a couple choice items from there and then continued to the library where the rest would be stored. Moving amongst the bookshelves with ease, she pulled out a couple maps, the crest of the estate as well as the journal left by Lady Luna. Pleased with her findings, she left the home with no interruptions.

The city of Llewellyn was cheerful as usual. The streets were crowded as everyone set out to set up their shops or head out to work. Turning the corner, she was welcomed with the sight of the empty booths for the guilds. The booths were rather plain; however, each had a card with the guild name on it. Making her way towards the one marked with Luna she began to set up her booth.

Most guilds would have a banner and probably show off their contracted items, but they didn’t really have that convenience. Setting up weapons on either side of the booth as well as the crest in the center with the two journals on either side. Pleased with this, she stood behind the booth and crossed her arms, waiting to see people.

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It was early in the day as the sun rose over the treetops. The city of Llewellyn was just beginning to set up for towards festival. Due to the tower quaking daily now, the guilds needed to gain more people to enter the tower with. The officials have made it obvious of their backing and have even stationed many guards around to make sure nothing happens. The main area of the marketplace has been cleared out to allow the guilds to take over the booths for the day. Signs and flashy trinkets have been placed out on the counters to show their winnings. Around the corner, the marketplace is like normal with its usual food vendors and village merchants. The overall atmosphere is happy as everyone goes about his or her day.

It’s a cooler day, the wind is rushing through the streets, and the sky is starting to cloud up now. Merchants are yelling in the next street over, guilds are just now arriving to set up their booth. The tower entrance is guarded still; however, it would be mainly empty due to the festival.

In the other villages, they would be going about their daily lives. Crosca would have been up the moment the sun rose. They would be out working on their fields and livestock. It would be cooler there due to the forest surrounding them, but they would have some cloudy sunshine. Over in Lescala, it would be colder than the other villages due to their tree cover. They would mostly all be sleeping due to late night hunting. Llewellyn would be getting up now to start on their vineyard work, or just starting some fancy breakfast with some fencing.

Now is the time for those without a party or guild to find a place to call home, or at least a place to venture into the tower with. For those not interested in fighting or guilds, now would be a good time to check out the attractions of the city. There are many food places, people are generally in a good mood. All shops would be open today. If you’re looking to form a contract, well go out there and find you a party!

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Soft rays of gold beamed into a small room and along the sheets of a dull colored bed. The only thing that broke apart the dullness of the white sheets was a mess of black hair sprawled along the bed. Groaning, the hair seemed to rise as the sheets fell down revealing a young woman seeming to just awaken to the new day. Her eyes opened causing the blueish green to peer through the black strands of hair. Moving her hands from out of the covers, she shoved her hair back behind her and yawned, pushing her arms up into the air trying to stretch her muscles. “Mmmph” the soft noise seemed to slip from her lips at the end of her stretch.

Now awake, she pulled herself out of bed and began to fix her clothes and hair. She didn’t have a lot of personal items, but what she did have, she wasn’t about to lose. With the last touch up of her hair, she began to fit her weapons back on her. The gauntlet on her right arm was fastened into place making sure that the line behind it was secured. Moving downwards, she strapped two daggers to her thighs and straightened back up to move her sheath back to her side. Doing a quick mental check of her things, she nodded to herself and left the room.

The smell of bread and strew hit her senses immediately. Her eyes searched the main room of the tavern with interest until she noticed the barkeep moving about a rather large cauldron. Was that stew? For a brief moment, she thought about sitting down to get some stew, but she knew her funds were too sparse for such things. Moving towards the counter, she placed a copper piece on the counter to receive a loaf of bread. Biting into it, she left the tavern to begin her round for today.

It had been a week since she had left the deserted remains of Istria. She had managed to find out that over 21 people were moved from Yunoa to a nearby village to help with trivial things that the kingdom needed. They would be guarded at all times of course, the problem was, the trail stopped here. She had arrived in Alderdale late last night and managed to ask a good amount of the people in the tavern, but no one had seen or heard any guards lately. This caused her great annoyance, but today, she was determined to find something.

Rounding the corner to where most of the housing seemed to be, her eyes searched for someone who looked like they lived here. Sure she had talked to travelers, but she needed to speak to a resident or two. Seeing movement to her right, she moved her hand and caught the back of their arm. “Can I ask you a couple questions?”